Our upstairs neighbour is a drug dealer. I'll admit, I wouldn't have noticed but Alicia is keenly aware of his comings and goings because she's home all day. He runs up and down the stairs at least once an hour. He's never gone for more than 10 minutes. Ever. And he makes very little sense when he speaks, as if he's just waking up.




This afternoon we walked the baby down the Drive. We passed many other young parents, many with dreadlocks and/or cigarettes. Smoking is not a dying art. Last summer I gave it up, along with cellphones and a 30 inch waist.
We ate with other parents. The food was delicious and smelled of foreign lands.